Work Text:
The snow falls
just like you and I.
Your heart and mind calls
to me once more.
Through the sea of stars
I hear you think of me
like a long forgotten memoir
and day old tea.
I run to you,
crawl if I had too.
To see you is to view
a wonder; to be renewed.
I have made mistakes, my heart
And I will make up for all the qualms
But first I must just say
“Not in front of the Klingons.”
